>> and I will adamantly not concede an aesthetic equivalence
>> between a dogturd and the Moonlight Sonata. (To my mind there is a definite
>> hierarchy of aesthetic value, with the Moonlight Sonata around the top, the
>> dogturd around the bottom, and conlanging around the middle.)
>
> A hierarchy of aesthetic value is a rather dubious matter to me.
> Your words reflect a pre-modern way of thinking about the arts, from
> times fortunately passed, from times when art was not free.

"The dust of exploded beliefs may make a fine sunset." - Geoffrey Madan
"DADA is a virgin microbe
...
Dada is the chameleon of rapid and self-interested change...."
- Tristan Tzara
"this is the song of a dadaist
who had dada in his heart
he tore his motor apart
he had dada in his heart
the elevator lugged a king
he was a lumpy frail machine
he cut his right arm to the bone
sent it to the pope in rome
that's why later
the elevator
had no more dada in its heart
eat your chocolate
wash your brain
dada
dada
gulp some rain
.
this is the song of a bicyclist
who loved dada fromthe start
she therefore was a dadaist
like all with dada in their heart
but her husband on new year's day
learned everything & in a crisis
sent to the vatican right away
their two bodies in three suitcases
nor the bicyclist
nor the man
was every happy or sad again
drink some bird's milk
wash your sweets
dada
dada
eat your meat"
from DADA MANIFESTO ON FEEBLE AND BITTER LOVE